I give you a hamburger. There is a boy across the street with his feet lodged in the engine of a pink airplane. You smile and find yourself playing on strings at the fountain of life. There is a fish whose eyes are an abyss into the sky. You fall in and land on a large potato. The potato flies into a very surprised couch. Bill Gates flies overhead and crashes into a pink jetliner. A boy runs across an inverted pavement in shoes of the purest spleen. He slips on a particularly greasy banana into an airplane. His foot is stuck in its engine. I give you a hamburger.

I give you a hamburger. A plane overhead drops a large pulsating clown. You smile in amusement as the clown launches a full-scale war on bathroom robes. The hem of my apron kills your father who lived in a vat of green tea. You hug me and fall into a well of snakes and green goats. Steve Vai plays a flat E on the strings of time. You light a cigar made of sea urchins and are lost in a sea of psychedelic smells. George Bush shakes hands with you and melts into a puddle of screaming dreams. You shatter a dying frog and eat some ice cream. A clown offers you a beach ball. You throw the ball at a passing airplane. I give you a hamburger.